The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1887-01-12

tsworId was too much for him. II came
hack TO him later on, that whenihe had
3stood In the broad sunbeam beneath the
bird cages. how tile 1Eidge had clutchsd
at him mconvulsiyeIy. If he went then, n
he said to the woman, who. could only
kIieel and moan in her impotent sorrow
and remosse, he went with the sun q
shining oni1im and the birds singing
TO him same as ifihe was out under the
country skies. I like9 to think it was
Iso.f'i 5tia-a s. d seat II eDRHa
Poverty Is hard Staslmastcr. Old
Sand was back in the. .ranks . very little
while later, and It wasoAlE when he felt
the northeast wind cutting through him
like knfte that he Remembered how he
had left the Nudge wrapped up in his
only coat rs
Old Sandy was not on duty the next
day. A substitute had TO be found TO
carry his boards, and til, Messenger that
brousht the news of b iekness to the
store brought also a request for the van
guard of the sandwich alen'to come to
him that night as soon sh he could. When
he did goit was to find Did Sandy fitRhed
with; foyer and in late of restlessness
lthat toded no good. IS a. 6
You II have to go inSIny steld, Bony,
he said, as soon as his friend had drawn
the only chair in the room close up to the
side of his iron lounge. IT d rather have
gone myself, for promised Jim to look
after them and wanted to see that they
put the Midge away in good style.
None of your pauper doings for Jim s
boy. He raised up on one elbow. ran
his hand under his pillow and brought
out an excessively old pocketbook k $ 1t s
lSall in there. I've been ssavin' 7up, for
| nearly a year. now. didn't want to
tread too close on Jim's heels, same as j
done when we sandwiched together on
the street i was going to ask her to
marry me when the year was good out.
That would lasbeen about the best way of
keepin' my promise to Jim. ItIiink he'd
,a-said 'OR, don't you, Bony2 q L was
plannin' to furnish q room for her real
well, with a bureau and q wasl1stand
| Give priced no end of 'eml and a lot lot
woman's GIN cracks on the mantelpiece.
BUT reckon that games about up. /
think she's got her head set different
way. The Midge's gone home to Jim,
and I shouldn't wonder hIwas in for
the pneumony; feels mighty like it in
my side.1 That's the reason can't go
myself, Bony. Ireckon it come of for
gettfn' my coat. Iwant you totake that
money to her, Bonys and tell her 1 sent
it for the, Midge's buryin'. Tell her to
have it done decent. carriage and all.
Deccnt's the word, Bony. don't want
her to have no excuse for taking help
from anybody that amt got right to
offer it. 1t would. sorter hurt me to
think that .Jim's boy had any but honest
money spent on him, dead or alive.
Maybe there'll be enough for a bouquet,
too. You'll come and tell me how it
goes off, won't you, BonyT'
Bony promised that he would. but
when he came hack the next nightto tell
old Sandy how decorously the Nudge had
been put away in small black coffin,
with a wreath of immortelles lying at its
head, and the coffin ON the front seat of
a carriage with himself and Jim's wife
/ onithe back seat, everything decent and
paid for with honest money, old Sandy
was pnst taking any interest in it, for he,
too, had gone IN swell the caravap in
Vulnerable and to give Jim an account
of his stewardship. X. Wal
worth in Kansas City Times.